𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 ,.

fourteen - the one and only siri black.

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drapetomania (noun.,) an overwhelming urge to run away.

The past week crumbled into crystalline rocks draped in melancholia honey. Ron was still being petty about his, Hermione and Y/N's argument; so the Quartet was indeed split into halves again. Y/N was always with Hermione's side, Harry being on Ron's. But sometimes Harry would cast a quick glance at Y/N, hoping that they all would be back in their glass of serene honey again.

As the hourglass ticks by, loosing and loosing its grains the Hogsmeade trip was yet again to be set. Y/N and Hermione were ecstatic when they heard they get to visit the town of summer-kissed street and shops. So they got ready for the day and walked hand-in-hand towards the winding path of the village.

Now Y/N was standing in the solace of Honeydukes her hands occasionally running through the matte wrappings of the dark, milk chocolate and caramels. She had a small smile curved on her lips as she roamed the walls of the store.

Then suddenly as she was looking through a shelf of caramels an invisible hand was wrapped around her waist, but as soon as she was about to hit the 'thing' that around her, it also covered her mouth.

Beneath the Invisibility cloak stood a giddy Harry James Potter his emerald eyes getting illuminated by the resplendent luster of the Sun.

"Hey there," he said breathlessly, running a hand through his hair.

"Harry!" Y/N whisper-shouted, her hands dramatically clutching her chest from exasperation. "Merlin. Wanted to kill me?"

"Oh, stop being dramatic, Moon," said Harry chuckling and clutching something in his hand. "I--er--just wanted give you--you this."